War Song

Fuck niggas, tell them suck a dick
Lollipop hoes, sucker shit
Lefrack shooter squad my murder unit
Niggas running through your rod
I could occupy Wall Street
But I'd rather occupy where the halls be
They say morning sex is the best breakfast
If her head right, she might get a necklace
It ain't tricking if you got it
You on top of the world, baby, that's my dick
Militainment, for the princess
Got weight on her chest - bench press
Yeah, I'm about to let my shooters go
Green light on you, I let my shooters know
Assassinate you
Cut your dick off, fucking castrate you

Yeah, this ain't nothing but a war song
That's right
This ain't nothing but a war song
This ain't nothing but a war song
That's right
This ain't nothing but a war song

They want beef, then we go to they crib
They want drama, then we go where they live
They want beef, then we go to they crib
Shit stinks and you know what it is

Fuck bitches, lick blood from a tampon
I'm the reason you wake up to your mans gone
Dead hoes, the Marilyn Monroes
Now tell me who the best
I'm all ears - Dumbo
I stay on top of niggas
Y'all giving top to niggas
I'm like them yellow cabs, bitch
You don't stop for niggas
Dudes thirsty but I'm too laid back
And keep the fools needing water
Like a Kool Aid pack
Damn nice, damn right from Van Dyke
Buffalo these broads like the
Bottom of Air Nikes got em like
"Why they give her the damn mic?"
The way I eat bitches
Niggas think I'm a damn dyke
Step in Guiseppes, niggas respect g
NORE are together like testes, see
So you might want to bang yourself
My pussy juice is on your nooses - bitch
Hang yourself